CHAPTER EIGHTEEN † BREATHEAFTER THE MEET AND GREET with Vicious where VIP fans squealed, took pictures, and asked for autographs, Yana reminded me I needed to take pictures of my
own. I must have stared way too long at Luka smiling his way through everything. He accepted hugs, even kisses on the cheek and tokens. Seeing him interact with his fans put him on a whole
different level of cool. I was so impressed I had to fight back a silly smile and thoughts of “that’s my man.” I had no right to think of him that way, but to be a part of all
this filled my insides with pride.
At the start of the concert, Raging Pistols took the stage and a marshal escorted me to a private box. Great place to take pictures from. I believed this was the intention of whoever decided I
should be here. The loc
